At least I didn’t burn the house down
I have run out of patience for my coworkers in the past, so I’m hesitant to call this a pregnancy symptom, but I’m pretty much calling EVERYthing a pregnancy symptom nowadays, so maybe…?
Anyway, just about everyone at work sucks today. Nearly every person I spoke to asked stupid questions or had us rehash decisions that had been made weeks ago or couldn’t follow basic instructions or figure out logical next steps on their own. I spent much of the day really really really annoyed.
Then work ended and I mostly got over it. But then I did another thing that I’m pretty sure I can blame entirely on pregnancy brain. I made dinner tonight, and John came downstairs, went into the kitchen. The ravioli was draining in the sink, the salad was in a bowl…”Did you make sauce?”
Uhhhh…you mean the sauce that’s still in the jar in the cabinet? Because by “make”, we mean “heat up”. Let’s not kid ourselves about how I cook. “How about we do the olive oil and parmesan thing instead?” So not a disaster by any definition, but certainly a slip of the brain.